So fucking stressed out. Please make it stop. :(
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3 Comments
breathe. your lungs are balloons. inhale. hold. exhale.
or take a walk, a really really really fast walk.
whoops didnt mean to leave 2 comments. this makes 3. i’ll stop now.
haha, just after i deleted the first comment, i saw that you’d posted this last one. oops.